In the wink in which a gull
that once hovered way above,
glides downwards and dips in
half-tipsily on the shallow
curve of surface of the water,
the beachstroll all of a
sudden strikes you as being dull.
On a second thought, you realise
(don’t you see?), maybe all the shadow
you don't see was shed by
your very eyes.
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